# The Lutheran Pioneer_St. Louis_1925_S137 # Machine transcription, uncorrected — CHI Digital Archive (demonstration) THE LUTHERAN PIONEER. 137 mission enterprise. Other churches have a large number of trained woman workers in the field. The United Lutheran Church has twenty parish deaconesses in the city of Philadelphia. We have but one parish deaconess in New York City. The annual membership fee in the Lutheran Deaconess Association is -but.one dollar’a year. ‘Those who desire further information regarding the training- schools will please apply to Rev. B. Poch, Lutheran Deaconess Home, 2916 Fairfield Ave., Fort Wayne, Ind.” F.J.L. What Can I Do to’Aid in Rescuing Perishing Souls? A young man of my parish lay stricken in one of our hospitals. His life seemed to be ebbing away. Day by day he grew weaker and weaker, until finally he could not speak above a whisper. His pastor came quite frequently. In the same room with this young man was another patient, a Bulgarian, who had acquired the language of our country to such an extent that he could carry on a conversation. One day this Bulgarian said to our patient, “Friend, who is that man that comes in to see you, and what does he do?” Our patient responded with feeble voice, “That is my minister. He prays with me, and that is what you need too.” The other patient then said, “I can no pray. And prayer can no help me.” Then our patient, with quivering voice, pausing again and again while speaking to gain new strength, told him why he needed prayer. He spoke to him briefly of Adam and his fall into sin and impressed upon him the sad truth that since then all men (he included) are sinners, that none can stand before the righteous God, and that because of this sinful condition of all mankind every one would be lost if God had not sent Jesus to save sinners. “Yes, Jesus wants to save all, and He wants to save you. It is of this that my minister speaks to me. He prays with me. Now I am not | afraid to die.” With deep interest the Bulgarian had listened to the Lutheran patient. “I can,no Pray,” said he. “I sin too; I know I die, but I can no pray.” Our patient volunteered to ask his minister to pray with him when he would come again; “and he will tell you more about it.” _ Thus the way was opened to the heart of the slowly dying Bulgarian. When the pastor came the next day, our patient told him what had transpired _the previous day. It was but natural that the pastor grasped the opportunity to speak to the Bulgarian. The Word of God which he had heard from his fellow-patient, that word of sin and grace, had moved the heart of this patient. He was eager to hear and learn more about it; he wished to learn to pray. The pastor first procured a copy of the New Testament in the Bulgarian language and pre- sented to him the whole plan of salvation, and with the help of the Bulgarian edition of the New Testa- ment he, by the grace of God, grew day by day in the knowledge of the saving truths. From that time on the two patients often discussed matters touched upon by the pastor. Our patient gradually recovered, but not so the Bulgarian. When finally the day came that the former could leave the hospital, it was a sad parting for the two, who now were one in Christ. “I now alone,” said the Bulgarian; “I must pray alone! Oh, do ask the minister to come and see me!” This he did. Nor could it be otherwise. Finally the Bulgarian’s means for defraying the expenses at the hospital were exhausted. And no friend far and near, a stranger in a strange country, his eyes rested upon the pastor. “I do not know what to do.” “My friend,” said the pastor, “cast all your care upon Him who careth for you. Look to Jesus.” The same day he was removed to the Cook County Hospital; the pastor had made the necessary ar- tangements to that effect. Resigned to his fate, trusting in his Savior as his best Friend in heaven and earth, he suffered patiently, with not a murmur upon his lips. Death, however, was fast approaching. The hos- pital authorities one day sent a messenger to ask the pastor to come immediately. When the pastor reached his bedsidé, the patient looked up at him. A smile came over his pallid face as he said, “Pastor, I die —I no afraid.” ‘And when the pastor said, “Peter, why are you not afraid?” “Pastor, God loved, —loved the—loved me,” he said and grasping beneath his pillow tried to find the New Testament and the passage to which he referred, John 3,16. And when the pastor opened it and said: “God so loved the world that He gave His only-begotten Son, that whosoever be- lieveth in Him should not perish, but have ever- lasting life,” he said, “Yes, I believe in Jesus, my Savior. Pastor, pray!” He folded his hands, and ~ we commended his soul into the hands of Him who came to save that which was lost. The pastor departed. About three o’clock in the afternoon he returned. Yes, the patient was dying; however, he was fully conscious. He recognized the pastor and, stretching forth his hand, said, “Pastor,